A week ago today I flew down to Phoenix and spent the following three straight days with my college besties and roommates. I lived with all of these girls at one point, but we never all six lived together at the same time. There was always someone coming or going, but the core remained the same. They wrote me while I was on my 18 month mission in Argentina, promising to "wait for me" and not to marry before I got back. (And they all kept their promise! Well, Nessy got married the day I got home, but still... it counts.)
I have always felt that God has blessed me more than my fair share with my friendships. I am spoiled when it comes to friends. I don't deserve the friends I have, and I know that. These girls are more like sisters to me- they know me better than almost anyone. They are friends with me me in spite of my weakenesses- they know that I can be mean or sassy or annoying or bossy or competitive... and yet they still give me love.
My brother told me once that friendship is a matter of convenience and I have never forgotten that. We are friends with who it is convenient to be friends with- people who work in the same place we do, live next door to us, people who are readily available. So I guess this is where my relationship with these girls transcends friendship. It is no longer convenient. We made great sacrifices to all gather in Phoenix this weekend- we came from five different states and all but one had to fly in. We took off work, we left husbands and children, we paid hundreds of dollars for plane tickets to see each other.
These girls have been here for me in the worst of times and the best of times. We spent lots of the weekend laughing and reminiscing about old times- the all nighters, the boyfriend swapping, the endless Office marathons. We spent a lot of the weekend listening to each other- telling of our life difficulties now, our struggles, our joys. (Anything I didn't know about pushing a child out of me I now know.) We did our best to be there for our friend who had a second trimester miscarriage only two days earlier. We laughed and cried and more than anything I just felt so extremely blessed for a Heavenly Father who put these women in my life.
(Also I forgot my camera. Boo. Camera phone to the rescue! Forgive me for not having the uber quality pictures you are so accustomed to with this blog. Like Mandy says, "You get what you get and you don't throw a fit.")
That's a wrap. Until next year, girls!
(Last year's girls' trip can be found here... Nessy was two weeks away from delivering a baby so she didn't quite make it out last year...)